Emperor Beifang was so yelled by Emperor Yanwei that he was about to blurt out a scolding, and immediately swallowed it back to his stomach.

A fat face turned red.

"He made me fall. Why can't I scold him!"

Although Di Beifang's anger converged a lot, he still couldn't help but say it angrily.

"Which eye did you see that my son caused you to fall? The eye on your head? Or did your * * see it? "

Emperor Yan slightly thunder the dead man's fierce mouth.

It just turned the stiff atmosphere into a joyous atmosphere.

"You... You, you!"

Emperor Beifang was slightly angry with Emperor Yan, and his body trembled.

However, I can't hold a complete sentence in my mouth.

"What are you, you demon!"

Emperor Yan micro red fruit despised her and didn't forget a personal attack.

Holding his own mother's thigh, the steamed stuffed bun also poked out. For the purpose of exploding emperor Beifang, he also threw out a sentence with his mother.

"Fat demon!"

After saying that, the little steamed stuffed bun looked up proudly and pulled as much as it looked.

However, in the eyes of adults, the expression of little steamed stuffed bun is very cute.

It's so cute.

I almost didn't take it home.

"Well, good, good son, well received."

Hearing his son's voice, Emperor Yan patted his son's small head with appreciation.

I didn't blame my son for his prank.

You know, her precious son is a small steamed stuffed bun with a clear distinction between right and wrong. You can tell who is evil and who is good.

Therefore, as an old mother, she certainly supports her son's punishment of the wicked with both hands and feet.

Emperor Beifang was almost angry when he was one big and one small in front of him.

"Tut Tut, my mother is going to faint. She's just watching coldly. She's really a good daughter..."

It seems that he wants to exercise the endurance of Di Beifang's heart.

Emperor Yan micro glanced at the emperor Phoenix sitting on one side, and said sarcastically.

"Baby son, you must not learn those heartless things, no matter your mother's life or death, you know?"

Emperor Yan looked down at his son and pointed to the education of his son.

Finally, he added, "when you grow up, you should know how to be filial to my mother, don't you know?"

"I know, mom. I don't have to grow up. I can be filial to mom now."

The steamed stuffed bun looked like he had been taught and nodded heavily.

Then, with his short legs, he ran to the previous position and moved a chair half a head higher than him.

Seeing this, the housekeeper immediately came forward to help.

So, with the help of the housekeeper and the lead of the steamed stuffed bun, the chair was soon put behind emperor Yanwei.

"Mom, you've worked hard. Let's sit and watch the play."

The steamed stuffed bun looked up and smiled at his mother and said happily.

Such a small steamed stuffed bun is going against the sky!

What little steamed stuffed bun said about going to the theatre was nothing more than waiting. The dog of emperor Beifang and Emperor Fenghuang's mother and daughter bit the dog bone.

"Baby, my son is so good."

For the behavior of small steamed stuffed bun, his mother Di Yanwei was very satisfied.

After sitting down, he didn't forget to sit with his son on his thigh and watch the good play together.

“……”

The emperor's family was speechless for a while and almost didn't turn their eyes when they watched the play with a big and small mother and son chiguoguo.

Just go to the theatre. Should it be so obvious?!

And red fruit said it? Can you really see a good play like this?!